OZONE smell fills the air where the
QUITE close––too close––lightning struck like a
NINJA. Me taking cover? Not so much. No
AWARD for grace or poise forthcoming.
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ludic verbosity for the win
OZONE smell fills the air where the
QUITE close––too close––lightning struck like a
NINJA. Me taking cover? Not so much. No
AWARD for grace or poise forthcoming.
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OZONE above might heal, last joint act before we
NINJAed away collective deeds of grace, now re-
QUITEing every impulse of care with scorn. Darwin
AWARD more lustrous than common good, ruin preferred.
OZONE, NINJA, QUITE, AWARD
CROOKed the foreman finger for fish to fly,
THREW the crew their catch for crowd,
SUAVEly caught and given paper wrap,
BEGINs stray custom, winds up a tourist trap.
SUAVE, debonair, I’m sure I look; by hook or by
CROOK I thought I’d win them all over––until reality
THREW me a curve ball, and I at last
BEGIN to see it’s a funhouse mirror before me.
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CROOK rifled chest to steal every last doubloon
THREW my parchment and my quills in the lagoon
SUAVE he posed with charm yet executed only harm
BEGIN he now and reckon to the end, he’ll find no refuge nor a friend.
CROOK, THREW, SUAVE, BEGIN
MUSIC tinkling in the background, the stuffed
BUNNY lay forgotten on the bed––
BANAL in comparison to the
GODLY, otherworldly beings knocking on the window.
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MUSIC, BUNNY, GODLY, BANAL
ASHEN burns on ancient brown ash-
TRAYS. Nicotine stains on fingers.
BUGLE warning, hide the stash! Something’s
AMISS! It’s that smoky reek than lingers!
[Turns out that TRAYS should have been TRAIT – my mind playing with homonyms while I wasn’t looking.]
[‘Smoky reek that lingers’ – courtesy of Rupert Brooke]